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April 23, 2013

Here In Dingle Dell
Tuesday. To bed last night right after nine, up with the alarm, the day looking pretty good. Off to breakfast and back being sure to have the plain waffle with sliced strawberries and bananas, nothing chancy from the grill. Oh, and coffee to prime the engine as we're reading the papers.

Two days into the week now after two days out shooting over the weekend, let's see if we can't take a picture today that counts in the same way. Hey. As in consciously looking for subjects that require more than an off hand snapshot, going to the trouble to, well, say, bend over to get a better angle if the situation should dictate. You can blame it on getting older and blow off any responsibility for half-assed photographs.

More of your “hups!” first thing in the morning, I see?

We do our best without going completely bankrupt by doing jumping jacks or deep knee bends or something equally obscene.



Later. A nap and then a walk to the ATM over on Lakeshore before heading back around to have lunch at the usual place, two eggs over medium, toast and a lemonade this time, see if it comes back to haunt in another hour or more.

Nothing really in the way of pictures after our little morning exhortation, although I took one or two to see if what I was seeing might be interesting. You generally know when you've nailed one, but there's a mid-ground where you're seeing something that could be interesting, but the image is a miss when it's downloaded from the camera.

So you're angling for a gold star for a near miss this morning?

Another nap when I returned to the apartment, now to start futzing with the guitar, start early and let a warm afternoon take care of itself.

Later still. No strange symptoms other than some of the sinus things I've realized are probably low level developing allergies of some kind. All these years without them and now they've arrived. Still, nothing to compare with what I've seen others having to deal with, so this late afternoon has gone reasonably well.

None of the late afternoon symptoms of yesterday and the day before, so whatever was causing them isn't causing them now. I really hope it isn't the ice cream. Of course it could be the particular brand, one I hadn't had before they added it to their menu. Might still dodge a bullet there.

Oh, and continuing to play with fire: another spaghetti clam sauce dinner.

Evening. Watched the first part of the Maigret this evening at six, one I haven't seen before, one that seemed interesting, but switched to the Korean soap that runs on Mondays and Tuesdays. Which means I'm crazy as I'll probably stay up and catch up with the Maigret when it repeats at nine (and finishes at ten-thirty).

This evening is going well, the head clear, the sinuses behaving. Which means I have not a clue as to what causes any of this stuff. Other than the current suspect ice cream. One kind of ice cream. Which is just me babbling.

Life stumbles forward. We'll wait and see what tomorrow's tale may tell, here in Dingle Dell, just on the border.

The photo up top was taken at the San Francisco Cherry Blossom Festival Parade with a Nikon D4 mounted with a 70-120mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.